Afterthought
I had this thought before you came along,
so whatever you thought I was thinking is wrong.
I wasn’t thinking your dress wasn’t right,
although now that you mention it, perhaps you might
choose one that was made for a girl of your height.
for the dVerse Quadrille Challenge, the prompt word is What. You can see how others responded to the prompt HERE. Image by Fray Bekele on Unsplash.
Cee, when I posted my first FOTD in 2013–the year I started my blog, this jade plant was just a baby, but as you can see, it has grown to a considerable size since then. It is now 4 1/2 feet high, 5 feet wide and 11 feet in circumference. It has grown right along with your readership! xoxoxox
Here are some more photos of it, close up. Click on photos to enlarge.
For Cee’s FOTD
The Unhaunting
Ancient ruins cloaked in fog rise from the icy ground,
yet here no restless spirits are likely to be found.
The wind has driven all from this commune of the dead,
and stitched the lace of curling clouds to frequent them instead.
They hover over columns and sail the empty halls,
brushing clear the cobwebs of these once-haunted walls.
For The Sunday Whirl the prompt words are:cloaked ruins ancient lace communes stitched spirits wind drive curling icy ground
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Welcome to “The Numbers Game #47.” Today’s number is 168. To play along, go to your photos file and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find that include that number and post a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title.
This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below. Here are my contributions to the album. Click on first photo to enlarge all photos. Then click on the arrows!
Restless
I try to cast the dreams away
but push them off to no avail.
An empty world does not assist
for no one comes to hear my wail.
The walls remain in place around,
muffling the horrid sound
of pleas that come from so far in
that they reveal my secret sin.
I must admit that I cannot remember whose prompt this is and so cannot link it. I started it 11 hours ago, got distracted and then came back to it an hour or so ago and finished the poem. Ever since then, I’ve been trying to find the prompt! I believe it was the photo as I know I didn’t take the picture.
If anyone knows the link to the prompt, please help!!!
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Today I did a show in the Garden of Dreams—a beautiful Boutique Hotel in Ajijic. It was a show for members of the Ajijic Society of Artists and it was a lovely if long day. I left my house at 7:30, arrived in Ajijic at 8 and set up until 10. Luckily there were young men there to help carry in my tables and chairs and the heavier boxes. The show ran from 10 to 4. As usual with every show I’ve done in my life, I was the first to arrive and the last to leave, but it was a lovely show with nice neighbors and against Yolanda’s sage advice, I did come home with a few purchases, but only three. That’s pretty good for me. I met a number of new friends and renewed contact with some old ones I haven’t seen, sold a few pieces of jewelry and more books and made more money than I spent. I was asked to join a group of artists who visit each others homes to view art collections and that is a pleasing prospect. Above are some of the photos I took of the day.
I somehow erased this post, so I’m reposting it now, 22 months later.
Sandwiched–(Optimum Positioning)
Under “over” is “between,”
hardly ever heard or seen
because it has “over” on top.
It’s pinned by it so it can’t flop,
and to further stem its flow,
it has “under” down below.
So if you have the chance to tell
the one who chooses where you dwell
what place it is you’d rather go,
you’d best choose “over” or “below!”
For SOCS, the prompt was “Under.” Photo thanks to Unsplash.
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